The most radical humans I look up to keep encouraging slowness, pleasure, connection to the earth and ourselves and each other.
-The holiness of ritual. Of gathering in song with like-minded souls, of a morning routine, of a tarot card pulled. How can we better look after our spirits, so that we are more whole for the fight?
-Insistence on aliveness and not just survival, not simply limping from one angry direct action to another, but asking: how does your body feel? How much more alive might we feel if we simply started noticing the answer to that question more often?
-The expansion of unlearning. Of fitting new information inside your body. The expansion of “I was wrong, and I’m sorry.” Expanding to hold new truths while also learning, when appropriate, to take up less space. Becoming bigger and yet more right-sized.
-The release of shame, the shame that fuels white supremacy and misogyny because we’re so afraid of not being one of the “good ones.” The release of tension from my body because if I’m anxious all day I’ll just stay in lizard-brain survival mode. The release of old stories.
-I’M FUCKING WORTH IT. I am worth cleaning my room for. I am worth making healthy food for. I am worth saving money for. I’ve known for years that burnout isn’t romantic, at least intellectually, but I’ve told myself the story for years that refusing to show up for myself is creative genius or inevitable or a cute quirk. It isn’t. And I am noticing more and more that the folks I look up to the most, the most world-changing radical queer leaders, have radiant boundaries and deep deep care for themselves.